The drive out of the outer suburbs in which the community center sat is only a short one. With every set of traffic lights and turn I feel the anticipation build in the luxury car, the hum of the engine begging me to let loose on the open road. Thankfully I don't have to wait long as I reach the long stretch of road leading out to the distant countryside.
Howling with delight in my new sensual voice I floor it, quickly hitting the speed limit as the wind whips about my head and sends my short hair fluttering wildly. Not wanting to be as irresponsible about the law as Lillian I quickly slow my acceleration, simply enjoying the feeling of control and power I feel behind the wheel of the fine vehicle.
The cool air and the bright sun feel downright heavenly on my tanned skin, my plush lips curving into a delighted smile as I enjoy the feeling of my temporary body for the first time since I had landed in it. My light dress adheres tightly to my curves as I'm hammered by the wind rushing by me, the flimsy material leaving nothing to the imagination as I barrel down the highway.
My hefty chest is perfectly outlined by the robin's egg blue dress, the frigid air causing my large thick nipples to stand on end and poke extremely overtly through the fabric. For the first time since the swap I'm able to get a good feeling for my stomach, the dress clinging to my slightly doughy mid-section and evidencing my soft 'mom-bod'. Despite the unfamiliar fatty feeling of my new body I can't help but keep smiling, the momentary adrenaline rush keeping me more than occupied.
As the time flies by I can't help but giggle like a giddy school girl at the fun I'm having behind the wheel, the occasional glance in the mirror causing me to wince in momentary shock before giving myself a wink and a weak smile.
"I'm Lillian, I'm Lill...ian" I repeat to myself, trying to get used to the name and speaking it in my new voice. "I'm Mrs. Portsmith, I park wherever I want" I coo in a dramatic voice, chuckling at my poor impersonation of the high and mighty woman.
Before long I find myself in the rolling hills of wine country. The horizon line is low in the distance with many of the hills barely making much of an impact in the distance. While at first the hills are largely clear, devoid of much beyond the occasional fence and farm animal, they are soon positively filled with rows of carefully plotted and maintained grapevines.
My stomach growls at the sight, a hunger pang striking me as I begin to salivate at the thought of popping one of those plump juicy grapes between my soft plush lips. My mind soon turns from the joy of the open road to my hunger, a desire for lunch rapidly growing inside me as I realize that Lillian must have skipped breakfast to get to the Swap Meet as early as she did considering how far away her home was.
With my mind locked onto the thoughts of lunch I begin to notice the numerous tourist destinations fly past me as I drive. Dirt driveways break away from the main road, leading up past the rows of grapevines and towards disparate collections of uniquely styled buildings. Some are lush and lavish, wall-to-wall glass to allow for the visitors to drink in the gorgeous landscapes along with their wine, while others are older and more austere stonework that ground the locale historically. Inhaling deeply I can smell all sorts of delightful scents, with the smell of the fresh country air mingling with various seafood and dishes filled with the freshest ingredients in the restaurants as I pass by.
In my hunger-induced haze, I barely notice myself slowing the car down as I approach one of the many driveways on my right. Snapping to attention I swivel my head around, finally noticing the hand-made wrought iron lettering out front as it rests braced against a perfectly maintained and lusciously green hedge.
Portsmith Wines
Tours, Restaurant, Celler Door "Restaurant?" I mewl hungrily, my eyes going wide as I lick my lips. I was the owner's wife, I'm sure they wouldn't mind whipping up something simple for me...right?
I slowly begin to pull into the driveway, trying my best to maintain enough speed as to not spin the tires out in the dirt while remaining safe in case someone were to stumble out into the small road in. The dirt path winds up between two of the hills, a perfect sight for visitors to start with, before leading to a large parking lot to the right. The driveway however contains up between the hills, now flanked with a light brown paved walkway, going all the way up to a small visitors center on the right. The building is made of gorgeous black slate, the color matching that of the dark roof of another building that peaks out past it on a later hill.
Deciding that not to get too lost I pull the car up to the parking lot, pulling in and driving to a far corner as to not take up too much space.
"This is for visitors" I mutter, thinking that it would be most appropriate for me to position myself someplace out of the way. "I shouldn't park here...what if someone needs the space and..." I nervously squeak, swallowing hard as I try to take on at least some semblance of Lillian's confidence. "No...I own this place...I think...at least in part...hopefully" I whisper, trying to psyche myself up though sounding more pathetic than anything else.
I quickly shut off the engine of the car, leaving the keys in the ignition as I slowly close the roof. Despite how Lillian had treated her luxury car I wasn't going to act so flippantly, quickly grabbing the keys and holding them tightly as I begin to exit and lock up.
Climbing from the car is a bigger challenge than I had expected. My legs soft doughy legs feel partially asleep as does the massive flabby weight that is my oversized behind. I'm forced to grab ahold of the frame around the open door and heave myself out, my chest bouncing wildly as I move my voluptuous body in an extremely inelegant fashion. Biting at my lower lip I glance down at my overwhelming chest, wincing as I see my dark areolas and thick nipples are still very much visible beneath my dress.
As I turn to lock up the car I pause, remembering what Lillian had said about convertibles. Running my hand over the fabric roof I can kind of see what she meant, realizing that a person may just cut the ceiling to get in if the door wasn't unlocked. I simply decide to take my keys with me this time, clutching at them with my soft manicured hand as I begin to walk towards the paved pathway.
With my first step I stumble slightly, feeling my hips shake from side to side again and throwing off my stride. The heavy jiggling weight on my chest does me no favors either, the aching mounds acting as a quick reminder of my short run from before. With a slight huff I try my best to fold my arms over my chest, releasing a shuddering breath as I squish my huge bust beneath my slender arms sending pleasurable shocks coursing through my body.
"Fuck that's..." I pant, breath having been knocked from my lungs by the sudden bout of pleasure. Despite the initial burst of sensation, as I hold my chest with my arms I find it becoming more annoying and uncomfortable than anything else. However, with the unfamiliar discomfort of leaving them free to their own devices I simply grin and bear it as I slowly sashay my way up to the inclined path.
With the sun beating down on me I would normally be sweating bullets, my pale complexion beginning to burn nearly immediately in weather like this. However, I instead find the warm sensation on my skin feel almost intoxicating, the cool afternoon air taking the edge off and leaving me reveling in soaking up the sun.
"That...nice..." I coo dreamily, rolling my head back and shifting my shoulders as I feel myself relaxing a little.
The walk up to the visitor center isn't too far, though it feels far further away on my now shorter legs and heavier frame. As I approach the striking building I notice people gathering around the entrance, their eyes fixated on something inside.
Before I can get a good look into the building and at whatever the crowd was gawking at my breath is taken away as I begin to crest the hill. Despite the burning in my thighs, a mixture of the soft flesh grinding against each other and the strain from the short but steep incline I had been forced to climb, I soon become lost in the view of the vineyard.
The dark-roofed building beyond the visitor center appears to be a large restaurant that rests on a neighboring hill. The roof looks almost like a single slanted black slab, only being supported by a few dark wooden pillars and walls of perfectly clear glass. A faint plume of smoke rises from a central chimney, a crackling fire pit being visible in the center of the spacious restaurant floor through the glass walls. Well-dressed waiters and waitresses rush about the busy restaurant, carrying impossible amounts of plates to the patrons both inside the restaurant and out on the few select seats on the nearby balconies.
Secreted behind the visitor center is a small cafe, the scent of coffee reaching me before the sight or sound of the steaming milk and grinding beans. It looks like a separate addition to the side of the visitor center, with sets of downright adorable and quaint iron furniture sitting out in a little section of dirt path that has been left unfilled by the paving I now walked on.
The hills surrounding the buildings are absolutely covered in trellises and vines, with groups of workers and tourists walking among them. I quickly notice that the workers appear to be further back with fences cutting off their work area and grapes from those the tour groups are wandering through and picking at with gleeful abandon.
My eyes follow the dirt road further and further up, watching as it expands into having enough room for large vehicles and passes by the restaurant and the fields of grapes. Squinting my eyes and lifting my sunglasses I spy a large structure resting atop the tallest hill of the vineyard. The large modern building is made from perfectly laid steel and glass, the angle of the sun making it nigh impossible for me to see inside from this distance. As I feel my tired legs beg for a short break I feel myself being drawn to the building in the distance, something inside me telling me that's where I can get off my feet.
"Is that...my house" I muse, shaking my hips excitedly as I look at the gorgeous structure on the horizon. My glee is short-lived however as the realization hits me that I can't walk the whole way from the visitor center to the lavish home without taking several breaks and possibly over an hour of hoofing it.
Still walking up the hill and up towards the crowd and the nearby cafe I slowly come to a stop, the effort in weighing up what to do forcing me to pause in place. The crowd to my right mutters quietly, hemming and hawing at whoever they were listening to. A deep crooning voice echos out from the compact building, pausing every so often as they perform some task for the crowd.
Suddenly, I'm snapped from my deep thoughts as I here the deep voice booming out from within the center.
"Sorry everyone, I'd better go and see what my lovely wife wants" the voice calls out with a bit of a chuckle, my eyes going wide as I wheel about to face the arching entrance.
My cheeks burn a bright red as I watch the crowd of weekend vacationers spin to face me. Various men and women stare at me, some smirking with lecherous grins, others leering at my assets, and fewer still merely admiring my dress or glaring at me with no small amount of jealousy. I fight to give them a weak smile, waving slightly with one of my hands as I try to keep my chest covered and protected from the gazes of the crowd.
Slowly, the throng of people begins to part as the owner of the deliciously smooth voice walks through them. My breath comes out in a low shudder as an older gentleman steps forth, a grin forming on his lips as his deep blue eyes stare into my very soul.
There is an immediate attraction to this complete stranger, no matter what you could say about Lillian she certainly enjoyed her husband's body as well as his wallet. I can feel my mature pussy immediately react, a far greater hunger growing between my legs than that I had felt back in the pod.
The man is in his mid-to-early forties, his skin tanned much like my own. He stands at around 6'1", taller than I am now but still a few inches less than my former body. His dark black hair is short yet thick, the voluminous mass twisting and waving in a gorgeous wind-swept and natural manner. Thick coarse stubble lines his chiseled angular jawline, the black hairs blending into gray around his sideburns along with a few scant gray hairs filling out his facial hair.
His physique is toned and fit, his white short-sleeved polo top revealing his tanned and slender yet muscular arms. What little of his broad chest is visible leaves me practically panting with desire, the sight of firm pecs and his dark wiry chest hair doing something for Lillian's body that I had never expected to feel.
I instinctively begin to lick my lips, moistening them in preparation for what my body knew would be coming. I shuffle awkwardly in place, struggling to cope with the strange bombardment of emotions and sensations slamming my body and mind from all sides.
My eyes drift lower and lower, taking in the branded olive green puffy vest the man is wearing before landing on his well-worn jeans. Despite the man's obvious wealth his choice of pants was purely for utility, the years' worth of dirt along with wear and tear evidencing his hands-on approach to the business. A pair of heavy yet comfortable-looking leather boots rest partially obscured by the cuffs of his pant legs, the numerous scuffs and caked-on mud telling me just where he had been while Lillian was giving away her body.
Before I know it, having been lost in thought as I took in the sight of Lillian's husband, the man is mere inches away from me. I let out a soft squeal as he snakes his strong firm arm around my waist, tugging me into an embrace as I wrap my arms around him tentatively. I can feel my massive bust press into his rock-hard chest, the soft fatty sacs squishing down as pooling about as my body is wracked with jolts of deviant pleasure. A subtle moan rumbles up from my throat, the sensual sound obviously egging the older man on as she stares into my eyes with a broad grin on his face.
I open my mouth to say something, freezing up as I realize I have no clue what to say.
"Does he know? What would Lillian say right now? God he's so... Focus, damn it why does it feel so..." I think to myself, my mind racing as I feel in beginning to fray under the strain.
Suddenly, all rational thought is knocked from my head as the man leans in, taking my parted lips as an invitation. I let out a squeal of shock as our lips touch, the feeling of the man's prickly facial hair surprising and tickling me in equal measure. I slowly find myself becoming lost in the moment, my eyes fluttering shut as I feel his free hand run up my shoulders to the back of my head as the other shifts down to grope and squeeze my massive ass.
I can't help but moan into his mouth, quickly shifting to press my body against him of my own volition as I begin to explore his mouth with my tongue. I can taste red wine on his lips, the luscious fruity and oaky sensation with a hint of astringent tannin driving me wild. I mewl like a happy little kitten as he paws at my thick behind, my pussy quivering with anticipation as his groping grows rougher and more intense. It was insane, the amount of pleasure and satisfaction I was receiving from some strange man massaging and playing with the heavy jiggling weight behind me being more than I ever could have comprehended from my usual flabby hairy behind.
My soft moaning and panting reaches a fever pitch as my own soft manicured hands begin to reach up to the man's chest and back. However, before I can truly begin my exploration he pulls back with a satisfied smirk on him lips.
"So...she really did it huh?" he whispers, mostly to himself but loud enough for me to hear. My blood begins to run cold, the arousal coursing through my overly stimulated body draining away in an instant at the implication.
"I...uh...what are..." I begin to squeak, pausing as he places a firm finger to my plump lips in an effort to shush me.
"It's alright, she told me she planned to go today" he says softly, his deep voice and gentle tone making me feel safe and secure in his arms. "Didn't think she'd really go through with..." he pauses, looking over his shoulder. Suddenly, he begins to bark in an authoritative manner to one of the people inside.
"Trevor!" he calls out, his eyes darting around before landing on a skinny nervous-looking young man. "Can you look after this group, I think I need to spend some time with the Mrs." he shouts with a chuckle, giving the crowd a playful shrug and eliciting several chuckles from them.
"Oh...uh...of course, Sir" Trevor stammers back, shuffling beyond my line of sight as he moves to the head of the crowd inside the building.
I stand there meekly, giving the crowd a nervous smile before looking up at the man in front of me. He quickly snakes his hand back up to the small of my back, sliding it around to my hips as he positions himself beside me and begins to guide us further up the path.
"How did..." I mutter softly, trying to keep my voice down as I watch two employees move about the rapidly approaching cafe. "...you know...know" I finally finish, raising my eyebrows for emphasis.
"You kiss different" he says in a matter-of-fact way, chuckling a little to himself. "More...sloppy, no that's rude. More amorously, I suppose...eager maybe?" he mutters, trying to best describe my makeout form.
"That...uh..." I stammer in shock, the color rapidly returning to my cheeks as they begin to glow a deep red.
"You also carry yourself differently" he explains, tilting his head from side to side. "You're certainly not as...confidant as my wife" he continues, huffing a little as he looks off for a moment before returning his gaze back to me. "It's not bad though" he quickly blurts out, obviously worried he had offended me. "It's cute...I mean..." he stammers, taken off guard for a moment.
Smiling weakly up at him I feel the older man bring us to a halt, his lips twisting as he puzzles over something in his head. "I suppose we should...discuss the situation we've found ourselves in" he muses, looking down at me before glancing back towards the visitor center. "Though I should help Trevor out with the tour, the kid is still..." he continues, pausing as he glances down at me and my adoring eyes.
With a sigh he squeezes me closer, eliciting a yelp as he pulls me into a weak one-armed hug before letting go a few feet from the cafe. "Alright" he mutters, having come up with his plan of action. "How about...
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